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My Playroom—June, 2024 One of the things I love about my life is how men I know keep popping back into my orbit. I had met Keith at the group sex gathering in Grand Rapids. We’d had some excellent sling time there. Then he got busy and didn’t return to more recent group sessions. But he’d taken my phone number. Now, after two, almost three years, he reached out by text. Could we meet? We worked it out and on the first Tuesday of the month, Keith was in my playroom—stripped and ready for my dick… He’s tall. That I remembered. And hairy. Everywhere. Likely slightly trimmed, but not so you can immediately tell. I remembered him as handsome—and he certainly is. He is at least 10 years younger than I am, maybe even 15. His cock stands up the moment I take my robe off. I toss it on top of his clothes that are neatly folded on the chair behind the door. I go and lean against the fuck bench. “Get me hard.” He kneels, eager to do just that. He pulls the fabric back and nuzzles my ball sack. My cock springs to life. “You’re bigger than I remember. Damn!” he grins. And begins licking my piss slit. Soon my whole cockhead disappears into his mouth. His tongue is everywhere—head, shaft, balls. I sigh contentedly as he moves up from my nuts, up the shaft and devours my dripping head. “Let me lick your ass.” I move to let him get on the bench. His gym-built ass is lovey to look at. The cheeks are downy, but his ass crack is terrifically hairy. I kneel and begin to get his crack as wet as he left my cock. He is rock hard as I rim. He is lying on the bench so his cock totally hangs off it. I feel it, swab up his precum with my fingers and smear it on his pucker. Keith groans—knowing just what I’m doing as I drill his juices into him with my tongue. It's one of those butts I could eat all day. But my cock is rampant and needs attention. I lube it up with coconut oil as I lick his crack one more time. I stand. My cockhead disappears inside him. He is pleasantly tight—not too tight. I bottom out. Hold. And fuck. Keith groans and tells me to fuck him harder. I comply. His eyes find the mirror off to the side. He gasps as he realizes he can watch my cock hammer into him. I pull out. Slap his ass crack with my rock-hard dick and enter him again. A little roughly. “Yessss….” he sighs. I fuck him for a long time. When I pull out, I wonder if he’ll want to taste his ass on my dick. He cocks his head, expectantly. And there’s the answer. I move so me can lick me. He does. Every inch of flesh. I fuck him again. He cleans me again. I suggest we move to the sling. He gets in easily. A pig that knows his way around equipment. I kneel and look at his wet ass. I spend long minutes tonguing up and down his ass crack. Finally, I dig into his hole. I let out an involuntary moan—he tastes so damn good. The mix of his own natural lube, the coconut oil and my precum is a heady mix. I make myself get up and move to the side of the sling. We kiss, sharing his deliciousness back and forth. I go back and lick his ass again. “Share it…” he murmurs. I do. A longer, involved kiss. This time, when I go back, I enter him and we fuck. I point up to the mirror above him. His eyes go there—enthralled at seeing his hot ass being plundered. I speed up the fuck. The frame creaks. The chain ends smack the poles. It’s a noisy fuck. And it ends with my cock in his mouth. He slobbers over my shaft and sends me back to drill him again. Another loud fucking. Another cock cleaning. This time with a kiss after it. I take a drink from my mug of tea. It’s still warm. I take another sip and hold it in my mouth. I kneel and let it run down his ass crack. He groans. I lick it up. I take a sip from the cold water I’ve brought down for him. I do the same thing. Keith loves the temperature change. I lick it up as well. I stand. “Fuck me!” he groans out. My cock slaps his tight ball sack. Piss erupts out of it. It sluices down his ass crack, clinging to all the hair. He groans, telling me that is so hot. “Poke some into me…” I do, with the last few drops I have left. I lick up and down his crack, swallowing down all my piss. I stand back up and fuck him. Hard. Using him for my pleasure. His cock, which has been only semi-hard in the sling, stiffens up again. “Breed me,” he mumbles. “I want your load.” It feels a little fast, but my cock tells me I could shoot. I pull out and go back to eating his ass. Keith strokes his cock. I spit and drill it into his now pliable hole. His ass lips are slightly puffy. I massage them with my tongue, making him stroke faster. I stand up. I enter him, a little roughly. I fuck with long, hard strokes. “Cum in me,” he moans. That sets me off. I fire my load deep into him. I feel each shot from my dick, magnified by his tight hole. I grab the frame and stay there, marinating deep inside. “Don’t pull out…” He is jerking his cock. I am going nowhere. In moments, he shoots, his ass squeezing down on me with each blast. His cum pools between his hairy pecs… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keith Watches His Ass Get Plundered June 17, 2024

Received an SMS about an hour ago asking if he, Zane (it turns out his dad was saying ‘Zane’ not ‘Shane’) could come to my place. Had an argument with his girlfriend and wants to “earn more gear”; his words. He said he’d like to spend the day with me and even hinted that he’s up to try anything. Already asked him if he minded me slamming; he asked what it’s like and, after I described it to him, he wants to try getting slammed. I’ll show him some vids of guys getting slammed and fucked for the first time; hopefully that’ll persuade him to let me fuck him while he’s rushing. Of course, I couldn’t respond quickly enough. He’s on his way. I’m REALLY looking forward to this. I know I’m going to take his cock and I am absolutely going to flip him over and try easing my cock inside his boy cvnt. If he lets me fuck him from there, I’ll be ecstatic. I love popping cherries, especially straight ones.

A few months ago, I blogged about hooking up with an ostensibly straight young bloke who was the boyfriend of the sister of one of my dealer’s. Since then, I’d been helping him out with his rent at the hostel he’s been staying at but it wasn’t much good for hooking up. We’d hooked up a few times at venues and hotels and he’d stayed at the farm for a few days once. The place in town I’d been sharing since I’d moved to the farm wasn’t feasible given my friends were there too so I decided to lease an apartment. Overlooking the city skyline, pretty modern, two (and a half) bedrooms. Nice ‘get’ really. When Tard first came over, I hadn’t told him I’d leased it long-term and was thinking of inviting him to live in the spare bedroom; obviously the idea of leaving him alone here three days a week most weeks worried me a little. But I intended that first time to stay in the city for at least the week and see how it went. I think I asked him if he wanted to move in on a trial basis the next morning as he was fucking me. We sealed the deal by me flipping him onto his back, sharing a slam and me slam fucking him. It’s been a few months now and, in all honesty, it’s working out better than I’d hoped. We’re not in a relationship but we are living together in every sense except that neither of us expect fidelity. Tard was essentially homeless when we first ‘got together’ so I offered him to share my new place. From the day he moved in, he’s made it clear he prefers to sleep with me in my bedroom even though he has his own room. So far, I’m loving the arrangement. For a kid who basically left home when he was 14 and has lived on and off the streets since then; who became a father himself at 14 or 15 and again at 19 (he’s just announced that his girlfriend of sorts is four months pregnant and she’s intending to keep the kid), who’s spent some time in both juvenile detention and in an adult prison; and who’s supported himself and his drug habit by selling his body since he was young, he’s surprisingly ‘together’ at least in relation to me. He asked me if I minded if he took up escorting again to support himself and his kids and, of course, his drug habit; we talked about it for a long time as I wanted him to be certain that it wouldn’t affect his sense of self. He was more concerned about “sponging” off me. So I’ve been actively helping him establish himself as an escort (versatile and, yes, he works bare and seems literally to have no limits to what services he’s willing to offer) and I must admit it’s been incredibly hot watching a few of his ‘appointments’ with his clients. I filmed a couple of the sessions for him with the clients and I must admit that Tard and I have fucked to the vids already. I booked a session for him with a couple of escorts I’ve regularly hired and they’ve really taken him under their wings. He’s had a couple of bookings with them already and the three of them have done two amateur porn scenes with him mostly getting fucked. One took Tard to a gangbang in Sydney to introduce him to some of his clients and not only did he do very well, he was booked for a breeding party a couple of weekends ago which ended up being three days wired, with his legs open, taking multiple loads. According to the escort who organised it for us, there were some poz tops there; it’s hard to tell on the vid but he’s pretty sure a few poz loads were pounded into Tardy. And he’s decided that’s going to be his focus in escorting; cumdump at bareback parties, with an especial openness towards poz tops breeding negative holes like his. (He’s already persuaded two of his straight mates to be straight cumdumps with him and he does seem to have a talent for identifying straight men who might be interested. (He loves playing with other straight guys and teaching them the wonders of wired gay fucking.) Last Friday week, he brought two young blokes home (from his outreach centre) and we ended up having sex with them; one fucked Tard brutally and we all ended up fucking the younger one. That one’s proven a real cutie.

I’m very much looking forward to the day I learn I’ve finally been knocked up by some bloke’s seed. I love the idea of he and I deliberately deciding to merge our bloodlines, our DNA. Hence my preference to know whose DNA is inside me for the res of my life. And, while I don’t believe in stealthing guys (I don’t judge those who do...or want to like my boyfriend (yes, we’ve decided to start describing ourselves as “boyfriends”. Tard surprised me recently by saying that to someone we both know well...and I must admit, his reaction when he saw I was a little embarrassed was another perfect example of why I’m falling for the bloke...we ended up making love in the backyard of his ex-girlfriend’s sister’s house...with numerous people he’s known for years who think of him as 100% straight watching him pull me inside him; it obviously turned him on hugely to have mates from his childhood seeing him enjoying getting fucked...but I digress). But I’m also looking forward to getting at least two biohazard tattoos probably three; one situate on my cock; one decorating my arsehole (possibly) and a larger one on my chest or lower torso. The designs I’ve seen that’ll form the basis for the designs thus far are below. I’ll add to these as I see them. Ideally, I’m a fan of 3D tattoos and tattoos that seem to be emerging from under the skin. While the tatts on my dick andut are intended to be unmistakably biohazard in nature, the larger one on my chest/torso/arm is to be sufficiently stylised so its nature won’t be immediately obvious unless you are really staring at it. The more subtle the underlying message, the more likely it’ll be situate on my forearm in full public view. It’s likely to be a scorpion for that reason with a biohazard symbol worked into the design somehow; perhaps with the use of UV ink to enhance its prominence in the dark. When I told Tard that I’d love a pre-pozzing biohazard tattoo, say a partial biohazard symbol emerging from under the skin, he fell in love with the idea and I’m giving it to him as his birthday present. It’s likely to become the key visual image of his escorting ads to emphasise he’s available to bottom to poz men. After he converts, it’ll signify that he’s available to breed neg guys too (after he converts me...if I don’t get pozzed before him of course. Tard hasn’t shown me the design yet but I know he’s taken the notion of a biohazard symbol bursting from under the skin with bone, etc exposed around it. (If any Australians would recommend a good tattooist who’s good for, and okay with, gay themed tatts, I’d appreciate you letting me know. Melbourne preferably but I’ll happily send Tard interstate (or even further) for the right artist.